To the girl who will be my wife
Dear wife of tomorrow’s bright day You may have met me now or meet me tomorrow might be another man’s woman today but surely mine tomorrow for time he borrowed life is short and death still longer so I take a pause to write you a letter so when you see me you know the man in me ask not mundane questions of boring routine for this is the man you see and the one you get I have been with a list of women in my time done the lot and seen much more but that doesn’t change the man I am forget the rumours and the lies they spread for I was just searching for you in my own way you may not believe words I speak to you now for to you I am just one among many other men who come to preach and lie just to lay with you but I will still say what I must for time is short I’m not the kind that would call you 12 times a day I’m not the man that would be with you all day I’m not the man that would follow you to the salon I’m not the man